The Omnipotent System - Chapter 22: Preparing For An Auction

Chapter 22: Preparing For An Auction

Adams and Mabel strolled side by side through the bustling streets of the Demon Empire of Lust. The atmosphere was vibrant, with a myriad of demons and other creatures going about their business.

“How does it feel to be outside the human empire, love?” Adams asked, a playful tone in his voice.

“Stop calling me love for crying out loud,” Mabel retorted, a hint of irritation evident.

Adams chuckled, clearly amused by her reaction. “Alright, alright. But seriously, how do you feel?”

“Honestly, I never thought I’d leave the empire this quickly,” Mabel admitted. “And to top it all off, I’ve become an existence at the peak of the divine continent. With all of this, I honestly don’t know how to feel.”

Adams nodded in understanding. If he were in her shoes, he would probably feel the same. But being a transmigrator who had read countless webnovels, he felt somewhat prepared for such scenarios. “You’ll get used to it in time. After all, we have all the time in the world,” he reassured her.

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted when someone bumped into them. Adams turned to see who it was, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Don’t you look at where you are going, you bastards?” a voice spat venomously.

Adams saw a demon, standing at an impressive height of 6’7″, glaring at them with a furious expression. Judging by his clothes, he seemed to be a young master of an influential family.

Ignoring the demon’s outburst, Adams simply walked past him, causing the demon’s rage to flare even more. Mabel followed suit, which made the demon’s eyes widen in surprise. He smirked, his gaze lingering on her well-endowed backside. He turned to his servant, whispering orders to follow them and report back their every move. The demon swore to exact his revenge by toying with Adams’ woman right in front of him, unaware that he had just marked his own death by harboring such thoughts about the future goddess of fate and destiny.

Meanwhile, on another side of the Lust Empire, John and the Js were on a mission to recruit a certain demon.

“Well, a brat is looking for death,” John muttered under his breath.

Linda looked around, confused. “There’s no one here but us, father. Who are you talking about?”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing. Let’s just get this done and join the others at the auction house,” John replied.

Jack grumbled, “Damnit, why am I here again? I wanted to test my new powers a bit more.”

“Will you shut up for once?” Linda snapped. “Why do you always complain about little things? If Adams were someone else, you’d have died a thousand times by now.”

Linda’s reprimand seemed to quiet Jack. Ever since he received his new powers, he had complained about looking like a monkey. To appease him, Adams had given him an illusion ability, a primordial rank staff similar to the Golden Cudgel of the Monkey King, and a cloud-like mount only he could summon. Unbeknownst to Jack, Adams was molding him into the complete version of this world’s Monkey King.

They stopped in front of a dilapidated building, and John called out, “We’re here to help you.”

A tall demon with white hair, a handsome face, and pale skin emerged, looking disheveled. It was clear he hadn’t slept for many nights. “How can I help you?” he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

John smiled. “We don’t need your help. We’re the ones helping you.”

The demon laughed mockingly. “Who told you I need help with anything? If you don’t have anything else to say, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Jack, frustrated, was about to retort when Janice held him back.

John sighed. “We’ll give you some time to think. When you’re ready, come meet us at the Biddersnest Auction House later on.”

The Js disappeared, leaving the demon in a state of shock. “Who are they, and what do they want with me? Should I run away? But they seemed powerful. Damnit, I guess I’ll just give in to their demands. If I had power, I wouldn’t be so helpless. If I survive this ordeal, I must become a cultivator no matter what,” he vowed, cursing his own powerlessness.

Determined to seize what little joy he could, he muttered to himself, “Now, time to go to the red-light district. Hehehe, ladies, here I come. If I am to die, I want to go out feeling the warmth of a woman.”

Back with Adams and Mabel, they arrived at the front of the Biddersnest Auction House.

“We’re here,” Adams announced.

The Biddersnest Auction House was renowned throughout the divine continent. Backed by a mysterious figure, its influence was undisputed. The last person who had dared to challenge the auction house had vanished without a trace, a grim reminder of its power.

Mabel glanced at the imposing building. “The mysterious auction house of the divine continent. So, we’re here to bid for the two elf siblings, right?”

Adams nodded and approached the ticket counter. “I need nine VIP tickets, please.”

The ticket agent nodded and quickly handed over the tickets. Adams paid for them and added a generous tip, which made the agent beam with gratitude.

Returning to Mabel, he saw that the Js had joined her. “So, I guess only Anderson and Awar are left to join us. Here are your tickets, everyone.”

They each took a ticket and waited for Anderson and Awar, who were expected to join them shortly.